Don’t judge me.
I have lived in this skin for nineteen years, I have breathed this life since you first put me on a pageant runway at the age of two.
You created me, yet you look at me as if I am a monster.
Look at yourself, mother, look at yourself.
I am who and what you made me.
Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this gorgeous photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…